Sliding into Home
"Have you been watching the news?"
Feeling like a suspect caught in the act, Naomi Benoit clutched the telephone tighter in one hand as she muted the volume on the television with the other.
"Not since the six o'clock update," she lied to her best friend, forcing her restless feet into her cottage's small kitchen to make a cup of tea. A wicked rainstorm battered the northeast tonight, seemingly centered on Naomi's coastal New Hampshire hometown. Some tea would help ward off the storm's chill and—maybe— help chase off the stupid, misplaced worries tonight's news had stirred up. "And actually, I've got a ton of papers to grade before school tomorrow—"
"Do you believe Brody told the ump to, ah, screw off?"
Shayla had been her best bud since Naomi punched Mugsy Simpson on the playground for lifting Shayla's skirt on a dare. Surely they'd been friends long enough for Shayla to know better than to bring up him?
The only ex-boyfriend to ever drag a piece of Naomi's heart along with him when he left. The controversial baseball star Brody Davis.
"Of course he told the ump to go scratch himself." Naomi pulled a shiny red teapot from the cupboard and sw ... read full excerpt from: Sliding into Home ebook
